This is a story that happened in some time in my days of sailor. I was browsing in my boat of bread of garlic by the Sea of the Grill always alert to not fall in hands of fearsome the coals and avoiding unwanted islands, as the of the plant . In my journey , found a onion that was derived to , that was be well of well and its company was of the most nice, but was captured by the coals not there nothing to do .
My destination is a paradisiacal place that I recommended other travelers know that these waters, the island Provolone. After days of in the sea the I saw , such as me had described , a mass yellow plagued of vegetation. The land noticed immediately that the field was not very strong, more well say taffy. The dense vegetation of oregano was that the tour not be easy , but me I opening step. There small regions of land firm, peel type where advantage to rest . The way was hard , but I finally to that seemed the center of the island .
There is lived a climate of real party; slices of olives did stunts , strips of red bell danced to are of the music that pricked the DJ's garlic and parsley . was all a fuss , to me found my friend the onion that , had miraculously escaped of the coals. She explained that all the hubbub should be to that is expected the early arrival of hordes of pieces of tail of hip , that are tremendous revelers and was also announced rain of barbecue marinade . not be could ask nothing more .
The evening was incredible and the party is lived a full . I look forward the return.
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